whenever i accidentally hit "v" instead of "c" in web address i always giggle to myself. a lot.
ahhh the little things.
my mom just joined facebook and its ruining my life
shes already graduated to drunk facebook stalking…her only victim? me.
Bright Eyes - Lover I Don’t Have to Love
thank’s a lot people. we’re hit 7000+ followers now.
last night
I got wasted by 5 pm…thank you winerys
My friend abandoned me at the bar to fuck
To punish her I dropped trow in the bar parking lot and whipped my tampon at her car
I kinda remember kissing someone at the bar?
I totz don’t remember the walk home
I woke up fully clothed with a pizza crust next to me.
Fuck off strep throat.
dear girls
Halloween isn’t meant for you to look pretty
so quit trying…
…its not really working anyway.
1200 inspired watch available at Turntable Lab(highly recommend them if you’re in NYC, they have a location in L.A. and Tokyo, too.)
Look at this fucking Dealbreaker:
You’re An American Apparel Model
Okay, so we’ve been dating for a while now and you have yet to put pants on. I’m sorry, but I can’t introduce you to my family while you’re wearing a see through mesh bodysuit. I just don’t think my grandmother would appreciate an up close view of your vagina. Just a hunch I had. Ugh. This is really hard for me to say, but- I’m sorry, can you cover your nipples for ONE second? This is kind of important. I don’t think this is working out, and- no, I don’t know where you can get some more coke, but that’s sort of the prob- it’s really hard for me to have this conversation with you when you’re writhing around on the floor like a sexy jellyfish. Use your bones like people do. Also, you’re always rubbing your eyes and looking bewildered like you just woke up from a nightmare. Have you been sleeping on the floor again? Oh, this is pretty troubling, but you seem to have a habit of yelling “Dov!” while we’re having sex and then bursting out laughing and THEN crying. You know that’s not my name, right? And how many “corporate retreats” does your company take you on? You’re always leaving for days on end, and you always wake up in dingy basements. Your “job” is starting to sound like you’re just being routinely kidnapped every few days. Well, I guess that’s it. I actually feel a lot better, thanks for finally listening. Babe? Sweetie? You okay? Oh shit. Oh no! Wake up! Does anyone have any cocaine? Perhaps a Polaroid camera? Some sugar free Red Bull, maybe? Get me a flash drive with Girl Talk on it, STAT! A life is hanging in the balance!
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oh baby, such a fine lady talkin' and your voice is deep
